I see his mouth move like he’s asking me another question, because he hasn’t noticed he’s missing an audience. When he doesn’t earn a reply from me for whatever he said, he looks around, noticing that I’m not out there. I snicker, but the noise makes him turn his head, eyes landing on me on the other side of the glass panes.
He turns the handle to the balcony door, frowning when he discovers that it’s locked. He gives me a droll look, like I’m a petulant child trying to escape a time-out.
In a blink, he disappears from the balcony and reappears in my room. “Do you dispel black glitter during intercourse?” he asks without preamble.
“What the fuck? No!”
He crosses something off in the book, looking smug. “I knew you couldn’t be part pixie.”
I blink at him. “So...you did fuck a three-inch pixie?”
“No,” he replies brusquely. “She was only a quarter pixie.”
I sigh and rub a hand down my face. “Why the creepy question? What’s in that book?”
“I keep a catalogued account of everyone I’ve fornicated with. I’m searching to see if I can determine who your mother might be.”
My lips purse in full icked-out mode. “Eww, how many books do you have?”
He opens his mouth, but I quickly throw up my hand. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
He nods and keeps reading, but then Lanky appears in my room right beside him, making me jump back, a small yelp coming out of me. “Fuck, can you guys not just pop into my room like that?”
They both ignore me. “Sir, the first guests have arrived.”
Tazreel snaps the book shut with a scowl. “Dammit,” he hisses before finally looking over at me for longer than a second. His eyes narrow as his gaze runs over my damp hair and drooping wings. “What in Nihil are you wearing? You can’t go like that to a party I’m hosting.”
Self-conscious anger lifts a blush into my cheeks. “I didn’t know the party was going to be right fucking now. And besides, I told you before I don’t want to go.”
“You’re going, even if I have to drag you by your purple wings,” he says without room for argument.
“Pass.”
In one smooth movement, Tazreel tosses the book aside, making Lanky dive to catch it before it crashes to the floor. Tazreel stalks toward me, and I scramble backward, until my wings collide with the wall, not liking the menace that’s coming my way. I really should watch my fucking mouth when I’m talking to an Abdicated.
He stares down at me with dominant fury, power pulsing into the room to showcase his anger. “I am your Sire,” he tells me, his gray-gold eyes holding me in place as he looms over me. “Which means everything you do, every move you make, is a direct reflection on me. You will do everything I say, without argument, and uphold my reputation at all costs. Are we understood?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He seems to just expect that his little temper tantrum will put me in line. It does. For now.
Turning his head, he looks over his shoulder at Lanky. “Get Lousen up here to properly attire my offspring.”
Lanky nods and instantly disappears to do his bidding, as Tazreel turns back to me. “And remember,” he says, his tone threatening once more. My breath gets stuck in my throat as his eyes fill with promised vengeance. “If you embarrass me at this gathering, I will hang you up on the wall like a moth, with pins.”
In a blink, he disappears, leaving me reeling. I slump against the wall, my heart racing about a million miles per minute. I barely have time to take in a single shaky breath before another demon is popping into my room.
“Let me guess, Lousen?” I ask the she-demon. She has polka-dotted skin, making it look like someone took an entire box of Crayola markers to her. The large circles are all different colors, while her hair is tar-black, reaching all the way down to her knees.
She looks around, confused for a moment, and I notice in her left hand is a small hanger with what looks like a jeweled diaper on it. Her yellow eyes focus back on me.
“Deltagates?” she asks, like my first and last name are just one word.
“That’s me,” I confirm, and she takes me in from head to toe.
“Oh. Well, it seems we won’t be needing this,” Lousen comments, nodding to the diaper on the hanger.